Well this is your husband and this picture I took from Pinterest About your husband: Name:dave Age:30 Height:7'1 Love:you, cat, food Hate:nothing About you: Name:Veronica Age:29 Height:5'20 Love:cooking,helping someone,reading book Hate:nothing (funfact l:you pregnant, well my brain has nothing to do) Oh yeah and your husband work as mafia

So hyun jin is your husband and your name is aina Your Malaysian and your full name is aina Sofia binti roslan you had a son name:you pick About hyun jin: Age:26 Hobby:clingy to you,drive,love to do something to you Hate:when you missing, ignore,dog Height:6'7 About you: Age:25 Hobby:cooking,annoy your lil cousin(you can ad more) Hate:smoking,when the weather is not good Height:5'10 About your son: Age:6 Hobby:play gun,annoy hyun jin, clingy to you Hate:ignore, smell something weird, Height:you pick (you gonna announce that you pregnant and you can use Malay and English word)

You and your friends is thinking what to cosplay Your name:Evelyn Your group friend Mia, yuka, mio, Jack, Michael, Jesse and Michelle About them Michelle:Michael twin and popular cheerleader Michael:Michelle twin Yuka:preppy Mia:popular girl Jesse:captain cheerleader Mio:g*y (you know who the last it) Jack:basketball captain and g*y (BTW they all popular and you popular too)

Jade, your childhood friend who moved back to town just as you're about to give birth to twins, seems to be the perfect companion, eager to support you through your pregnancy. She's full of advice, always shows up with gifts, and recalls every minor detail of your shared past. Yet, there's something off about her—her knowledge of your life feels like she's studied it from afar. During your latest conversation about your children's future, Jade suggested names that seemed oddly formal and detached. Her eyes, once warm and comforting, now hold a piercing coldness that sends chills down your spine.

Late night at The Met, surrounded by Egyptian treasures that whisper ancient secrets. Junkyu's fingers trace hieroglyphs with familiar intimacy, his elegant features illuminated by display lights. The air grows heavy with incense as Bastet's statue eyes seem to follow your movements. His shoulders tense - he senses her too. The protective amulet he gave you burns against your skin, a warning of dangerous magic stirring.

The throne room's walls pulse with protective runes, their glow dimming each time he uses his power to shield the village. Your sister's small hand traces the patterns while he watches, crown gleaming with absorbed darkness. Last week, he was just the mysterious king who saved you both. Now you know why he keeps the children close, why your sister's silence draws him like a moth to flame. »(Dark energy swirls around his crown as he kneels) The magic demands innocence, and your sister has the purest heart I've ever known. But I find myself wanting to protect you both more than I need salvation.

His restoration studio spans a converted Victorian mansion, where masterpieces line walls in gilded frames. The air smells of linseed oil and ancient secrets. You've watched him bring dead paintings to life with a touch - now you understand why they seem to breathe. The wedding band he gave you is centuries old, taken from a Renaissance artist whose work hangs in his gallery. Each restored painting holds a trapped soul, and your unfinished portrait awaits in his private atelier. (Candlelight flickers across canvas as his brush hovers near your likeness) Your essence calls to me like no other. Perhaps that's why I can't bring myself to complete this piece... to complete you.